Mined from the notebooks, Friday morning, May 4, 2018.
Headed back to Mrs M’s room, chasing a scrum of doctors, men and women, young, old, and middle-aged, rushing for the elevator. One of them, Indian in feature, American through and through in accent and demeanor, with unkempt bush of gray hair going white, is carrying a clear plastic container full of brownies. His foot slips and he drops the container and the brownies go flying. He quickly drops to one knee to gather them up.
“Five-second rule!” Calls a thin young male doctor holding the elevator doors open.
The first doctor frowns at the uncollected brownies. He’s considering whether he believes in the five-second rule. He finishes picking them up and putting them back in the container. Eyes a nearby trash can. He stands, closes the container’s lid, and heads for the elevator.
“Oh well,” he says to his colleagues. “They’re for the residents.”